Luyện nghe bài hát Master Of The House

Come on you old
Fetch a of your best
the nectar of the day?

[Thenardier with a flask of wine.]

Here, try lot
Guaranteed to hit the
Or I'm not

Gissa a' rum
Landlord, here!

[To Right away, you scum
[To customer] away, M'sieur

My of soaks
My den of
My dirty jokes, my always as newts.
My sons of
Spend their in my inn
pigeons homing in
Then fly my doors
And their money's as good as

greets a new customer.]

Welcome,
Sit yourself
And the best
in town
As for the
All of 'em
their guests
And the books
do you see
Honest men me
A gent of good
content to be

Master of the
Doling out the
Ready a handshake
And an palm
Tells a tale
Makes a little
Customers a bon-viveur
Glad to do a friend a
Doesn't me to be nice
But nothing you nothing
has got a little price!

Master of the
of the zoo
Ready to 'em
Of a sou or two
the wine
Making up the
Pickin' up knick-knacks
When they see straight
Everybody a landlord
Everybody's friend
I do pleases Jesus!
I bleed 'em in the end!

Thenardier &
Master of the
Quick to yer eye
Never wants a
To him by
Servant to the
Butler to the
Comforter, philosopher,
And mate!
Everybody's boon
chaperone

But lock up valises
Jesus! I skin you to the bone!

[To new customer...]

M'sieur
Lay your load
your boots
And from the road
This a ton
a curse
But we strive
To your purse
Here the is cooked
the fat is fried
And nothing's
Till I'm

beyond compare
Food beyond
Mix it in a
And it's beef
of a horse
of a cat
Filling up the
With and that

Residents are than welcome
Bridal is occupied
charges
Plus little extras on the side!
'em for the lice
Extra for the
Two percent for in the mirror twice
Here a slice
There a cut
Three percent for with the window shut
When it to fixing prices
are a lot of tricks he knows
How it all
All those and pieces
Jesus! It's how it grows!

Thenardier &
Master of the
to catch yer eye
Never wants a
To him by
Servant to the
to the great
Comforter, philosopher,
And mate!
boon companion
Gives 'em everything got

Dirty of geezers
Jesus! What a sorry lot!

Mme.
I to dream
That I would a prince
But God Almighty,
Have you seen happened since?
of the house?
Isn't me spit!
`Comforter,
- and shit!
Cunning brain
Voltaire
Thinks quite a lover
But not much there
a cruel trick of nature
Landed me such a louse
God knows how I've
Living with this in the house!

& Drinkers:
of the house!

Mme.
and a half!

Thenardier &
Comforter,

Mme.
Don't me laugh!

Thenardier &
to the poor
Butler to the

Mme.
and toady
And inebriate!

Thenardier &
Everybody the landlord!
Everybody his spouse!

Everybody a glass!

Mme.
it up the master's ass!

Everybody a glass to the master of the house!